Watching the ring that Astrid gently pushed toward her, Theresa froze for a moment. The band, set with tiny diamonds, reflected in her blue irises and sparkled like a jewel.
"A space ring... for me?" Theresa repeated in a low voice, but did not immediately reach out.
This thing... was far too precious...
Like the human Empire's attitude toward such spatial storage devices, because the magic involved is tightly bound to space and cannot be replicated in an age when no sentient being has reached the level of a spell-forger, dragons regard such containers, items with their own independent space that can store all manner of things, as treasures.
Even proud silver dragons seldom owned such relics. Theresa never imagined that her trip to the human Empire would yield such a rich reward.
"Take it, Theresa."
